It was almost 5pm – New Years Eve, snow falling gently outside as I looked from my office window, here on the 15th floor. Far below, what appeared to be a huge colony of ants scurrying about, desperately trying to finish the last of their New Years shopping, before trying to avoid the chaos on the freeways. One more appointment, scheduled for 5.15, and then I could join them, before heading home. To Josie.
Josie was my daughter.
Just eighteen, and typically precocious. Outwardly innocent and demure, though I sometimes wondered just how far she had gone, on the few dates that I knew about. I wasn't even sure if she was still a virgin.
Since her mother left us 6 years ago, there had just been the two of us. Given the choice, Josie had decided to live with me, something I was truly grateful for, as the break-up hadn't been too amicable. Her love had helped me cope with the lonely days and nights. It hadn't been easy being a single dad, but we had managed, and developed what I truly believed to be a close and loving father/daughter relationship.
Over the years she had grown into a beautiful young woman. Small, with short brown hair, and a lovely figure. She had also inherited her mother's large breasts. One day, she would make some lucky man very, very happy. I had wanted her to go out with her friends tonight – it was New Years Eve after all, but we had begun a tradition after her mother left, where we spent the evening together, playing silly games and watching videos, just the two of us, every year, and sweetie that she was, she refused to leave me on my own.
Because it had been New Years Eve when her mother walked out on us.
Six long years.
And I hadn't slept with a woman since then. I'd dated a few times, well-meaning friends setting me up with single women, widows, divorcees………..but I never seemed able to relax with them. It was almost as if my ex-wife had sullied me for any other woman.
The phone rang. It was my secretary, Elizabeth, telling me that my last appointment before the holidays had called to cancel. I quickly grabbed my coat and keys, and left the office, wishing Elizabeth a Happy New Year.
The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive. I just wanted to get home to my daughter.
Yet I have a confession to make.
These last few weeks I have been thinking depraved thoughts of my own daughter.
What kind of man must that make me? And yet I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't made any easier by Josie walking around the house in her underwear, completely at ease with her body, and the fact that I was in the room. We had simply reached that comfort level where such displays were commonplace. Though I had to admit to getting an erection several times lately.
The first time it happened, I leapt from my chair, quickly excusing myself, telling her that I had an important business call to make. In reality, the sight of her in a transparent rose pink matching bra and pantie set had proved too much for me. It had been a cool night, and her nipples were hard and pushing outwards through the flimsy material, her dark aureolae plainly evident. She had been completely unaware of the effect it had on me. I had to take a cold shower, all the time berating myself for my perverse thoughts.
Deep down, I now secretly looked forward to each time she paraded herself like that before me. I had learned to hide my erection by now, and guiltily enjoyed my sinful thoughts as I looked at her, her sweet naivety causing her to be unknowing of the way her father lusted after her.
By the time I pulled into the drive, I had reached a decision. Tonight I was going to risk everything by taking matters into my own hands. I couldn't go on like this. I only hoped that she wouldn't hate me for it.
My heart was racing as I opened the door.
"Josie?" I called……………."I'm home!"
My sweet girl walked out of the kitchen towards me, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a quick kiss. "Hi Dad!" she said……….."Ready for our New Years Eve night in?"
If only she knew……………..
